[ she presses her lips together, both annoyed and thoughtfully. ] I doubt it's because one family left years before another. You'd take pride in your street.

[ so, does this mean that the people of this town didn't take pride in their neighbourhood? it's a strange thought to elena. ]

It's just strange. I also find it strange a town like this doesn't have a cemetery with names.

[ elena finds comfort in cemeteries. she wishes she could find one—a proper one to this—and be with its people. they all have so many stories to tell. ]